Chapter 657

Wan Qiang didn't dare to support Zhang Xiaoqiang any more. He went all out with his right fist. This fist was the strength he used to smash middle-aged Xiaojing's fist that day. Against Zhang Xiaoqiang, he learned all kinds of messy thoughts. Zhang Xiaoqiang is worth making him go all out.

This punch brought out a shadow, which fell into Zhang Xiaoqiang's sight and became a dynamic vision. Zhang Xiaoqiang flashed his big fist, clenched his right fist, raised his middle finger, and hit Wanqiang's arm on the top of his thigh.

Wan Qiang's arm was flicked away and his body deflected, revealing the gap in front of his chest. Zhang Xiaoqiang glided forward and rushed to Wan Qiang's body. Within one second of his right fist, he hit 15 fists in a row in his heart. His fists hit the flesh and the sound of the hammer.

Wan Qiang's upper body was shaken backward by Zhang Xiaoqiang's fist, exposing the lower throat knot of his chin. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly jumped up, raised his fist, and hit Wan Qiang's throat knot.

"Pounce ·····" Wan Qiang spewed out a white transparent liquid. Looking up at the sky, Zhang Xiaoqiang was waiting for the pursuit. When he saw the transparent liquid, his goose bumps fell down. He sidestepped to avoid it, went to Wan Qiang's armpit and blocked himself with his huge body. He didn't even have time to retreat. The power of that thing was terrible, Wan Qiang's saliva was beaten out by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

The saliva in the air wins time for WAN Qiang. He suddenly bends down and bumps into Zhang Xiaoqiang with his brain bag. Zhang Xiaoqiang, who has just avoided saliva, bounces up again and is ready to give Wan Qiang the same picture as before. In his eyes, Wan Qiang's big bald head is getting closer and closer. Seeing that big bald head, Zhang Xiaoqiang's face suffers.

With his arms crossed in front of him, his muscles were tight, and severe pain came from the intersection of his arms. Zhang Xiaoqiang flew out. Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was prone in the air, had no time to turn around. He landed with his feet first and kicked over a coffee table. The whole person fell on the ground and slid back, and then repeatedly kicked over several chairs. One of them slid to the corner of the wall, and the wooden floor on the ground was ploughed out a long gap, At the top of the gap is Zhang Xiaoqiang's half body embedded in the wood floor.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't feel anything else. He just felt that the crotch was hot. He just jumped on the ground and slid. The crotch was sliding on the ground from the beginning to the end.

Elbows support the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked up to Wan Qiang, Wan Qiang did not fall into the good, shaking his head, touching the Adam's apple, obviously, the thick flesh of his pain is not light.

Before Zhang Xiaogao got up, a faint fragrance came from his side. A pair of white hands held Zhang Xiaoqiang and wanted to help him up. He smelled the familiar fragrance. Zhang Xiaoqiang knew it was the girl who bought the wine.

Just to say thank you, a dark shadow flashed in his eyes. Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled the girl to the ground, pushed her right foot on the wall, turned her body up and pushed her out along the floor.

A wooden chair rubs the corner of Zhang Xiaoqiang's rotating clothes and smashes it on the wall. The broken wood flies. Zhang Xiaoqiang breathes out in pain, and a sharp piece of wood is stuck in his butt.

Zhang Xiaoqiang bent his legs to stare at the wall, dashed forward, fell to the ground, pulled out the wood and stood up.

"Pa ·······" Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the wood to the ground and flicked it away, pointing to Wan Qiang and scolding

"No eyes. Don't you see a woman?"

Wan Qiang's big face turned red and said aloud:

"I threw it out first, then I saw it. Are you still fighting?"

"Shua ···" Zhang Xiaoqiang rushes over again. As he approaches Wanqiang, he stomps and jumps. Zhang Xiaoqiang, flying in the air, looks at the hole in the wooden floor cut by himself and sighs to himself that the owner of this shop will surely die.

Zhang Xiaoqiang skillfully turned over in the air, fell on a wooden table, raised it again, and fell straight to the top of Wan Qiang's head. Zhang Xiaoqiang bounced back and forth and became a flea in Wan Qiang's eyes. His moving speed was not very fast, and the speed of shaking his body was very flexible, when Zhang Qiang's leg whip hit his eyes.

He used his head mallet again. Under the light, the big head like a light bulb bumped into Zhang Xiaoqiang's sole. Zhang Xiaoqiang's leg whip could only change direction. He knocked on his forehead with the sole, and with his strength, he jumped high and fell behind Wan Qiang.

Wan Qiang bumped into an empty, raised his head, eyes lost the trace of Zhang Xiaoqiang, he straight neck is waiting to look, throat a tight, Adam's apple was hooked, by, two thighs wrapped around his neck, two fists hit him in the back of the head.

Zhang Xiaoqiang rode on Wanqiang's shoulder, like in the grain depot, relying on the dead corner of Wanqiang's vest, beating Wanqiang's back of the brain, through continuous blows, knocked him unconscious.

Wan Qiang is not D2. His hands and arms are more flexible. His right hand flies to the vest and hits Zhang Xiaoqiang's chest. Zhang Xiaoqiang is hit and hangs on WAN Qiang's back.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet are still wrapped around Wan Qiang's throat, back-to-back with Wan Qiang, but wan Qiang is on his head and feet, and Zhang Xiaoqiang is on his head and feet.

Zhang Xiaoqiang leans on WAN Qiang's back and looks at the upside down space. The secret way is not good. He quickly releases his feet and slides down to the ground. Even if he releases it quickly, it's not as fast as Wan Qiang's grasp.Wan Qiang holds one of Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet and pulls it to rotate. In the rotation, Zhang Xiaoqiang only feels that everything around him is connected into an arc line, and bursts of vertigo precipitate in his brain.

Zhang Xiaoqiang can't help grabbing the rat King blade at his waist. If it goes on like this, it's not a fight, it's a fight between life and death. Fortunately, Wan Qiang doesn't want to do anything. After a few turns, he throws Zhang Xiaoqiang out.

The only thing Zhang Xiaoqiang had shown was different from the ordinary people. He didn't scream. He was calm. When he flew out, he saw that the end point of his flight was the gate. The gate was closed. He adjusted his posture in the air and slowly turned around. He was ready to kick his feet to the gate near the gate, and let himself jump to the ground by means of a rebound.

Ten meters away, Zhang Xiaoqiang's calculation is in place, and the timing of kicking the door is exactly the same. At the moment of kicking the door with both feet, Zhang Xiaoqiang exclaimed, it's over.

In the process of "Hua La ······" wood chips flying away, Zhang Xiaoqiang passes through the door. The seemingly solid door is made of plywood, fragile like a piece of thin paper. A big hole is standing in the middle of the door, and the natural light outside the door comes in from the hole, illuminating the whole bar.

Zhang Xiaoqiang flew out of the gate, sank and ran into a man. The two fell to both sides. Zhang Xiaoqiang fell to the ground, scratched a scratch and slid out of the gate. Just as he stopped, a carp beat him up. Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped up, turned and rushed to the bar. As for the guy with white eyes who was hit by him, he didn't pay any attention